Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch your own steps!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.